Nebraska native, psychology student, novice model, lover of the written word and all things geeky.
Psychoneurosis Take me on a journey away from Dear Vincent with his soft hair and starry nights. I hate them. Darkness makes it impossible to see
By Amanda Reifert2 years ago in Poets
Nebula Waves of exhaustion crash into you. Let them seep in past the barrier. Let them melt into your false reality; your fake identity.
Haphazard Lines My words don't tell stories, at least not sensible ones. I'm not a sensible person. I mold my lines into words.
My Eventuality We are backwards, upside down, and inside out. Rebirth requires many a thing - First must be last. It's right to jump up jump up and get down -
